I've created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Marshall no moreThey want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give yaA little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquorSome vodka that'll jump start my heart quickerthan a shock when I get shocked at the hospitalby the doctor when I'm not co-operatingWhen I'm rockin the table while he's operatin (hey!!)You waited this long, now stop debatingCause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-latingI know that you got a job Ms. Cheneybut your husband's heart problem's complicatingSo the FCC won't let me beor let me be me, so let me seeThey try to shut me down on MTVBut it feels so empty, without meSo, come on and dip, rum on your lipsFuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your titsAnd get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavyI just settled all my lawsuits, FUCK YOU DEBBIE!

[Nakarat]

Now this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow meCause we need a little, controversyCause it feels so empty, without me

I said this looks like a job for meSo everybody, just follow meCause we need a little, controversyCause it feels so empty, without meLittle Hellions, kids feelin rebelliousEmbarrassed their parents still listen to ElvisThey start feelin like prisoners helpless'til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!

A visionary, vision of scaryCould start a revolution, pollutin the airwavesA rebel, so just let me revel and baskin the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*}And it's a disaster, such a castastrophefor you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na{*bzzt*} Fix your damn antenna tune it in and then I'm gonnaenter in, in the front of your skin like a splinterThe center of attention, back for the winterI'm interesting, the best thing since wrestlingInvesting in your kid's ears and nesting{*bzzt*} Testing, attention pleaseFeel the tension, soon as someone mentions meHere's my ten cents, my two cents is freeA nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

[Nakarat]

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat withanybody who's talkin this shit, that shitChris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kickedworse than them little Limp Bizket bastardsAnd Moby? You can get stomped by ObieYou thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow meYou don't know me, you're too old, let goIt's over, nobody listen to technoNow let's go, just gimme the signalI'll be there with a whole list full of new insultsI been dope, suspenseful with a pencilever since Prince turned himself into a symbol {*knife slices*}But sometimes the shit just seemseverybody only wants to discuss meSo this must mean I'm dis-gus-tingBut it's just me, I'm just obsceneNo I'm not the first king of controversyI am the worst thing since Elvis Presleyto do black music so selfishlyand used it to get myself wealthy(Hey!!) There's a concept that worksTwenty million other white rappers emergeBut no matter how many fish in the seaIt'll be so empty, without me